Nasty Stories Novels & Stories

Taking himself in his hand, he jerked himself off, aiming himself down and watching as his warm cum sprayed all over their breasts. “Oh fuck.” He groaned as he rubbed himself on Janet to make sure it was all out. Maria rubbed the cum over her n*****s and crawled to face Janet. As she licked Professor Lance's cum off of Janet, and said, “I guess you will never have an F in your life again. I love you baby.”

I hate how much I want it—his body crowding mine, his free hand yanking my blouse open, buttons popping while he pinches my nipples hard, twisting them until I arch and whimper. "Look at you, all worked up over our little argument. Bet your pussy's dripping for me right now." Brian says. A moan slips from my lips in reality as I crank the vibrator up, sliding it deep into my cunt. It buzzes against my walls, stretching me just enough, and I rock my hips, fucking myself with it while picturing Brian's fingers replacing it—rough, insistent, curling inside me to hit that spot. This is wrong. He's the jerk who's trying to ruin my career. But the fantasy won't stop. He drops to his knees in my mi

One month after Sophie’s wedding, Ava Harper’s apartment looked like a shared crime scene. Finn’s sneakers (nine pairs, she’d counted) were scattered like the house was a nursery house. His hoodie hung permanently on the couch. His “World’s Okayest Actor” mug sat on the counter, half-full of cold coffee he swore he’d finish “later” (he never did). The spice rack, once an alphabetized perfection, was now in “Finn’s flavor order”: hot sauce first, cinnamon last.

Uncontrollable tears streamed down my face as I stared at the numerous photos spread out on Mr Voss's million dollar table at his penthouse. Photos of Daniel fucking a woman in his car—the one I fucking bought for him. Photos of him kissing her. Photos of him taking her in all different positions in the car. Photos of his face scrunched up in pleasure, his mouth open, his skin glistening with sweat and I couldn't help the tears that kept rolling down my cheeks no matter how many times I told them to stop.

Sara His cock always tasted crazily good. That was why I kept coming back for more. I would say I was slowly becoming addicted to it, which isn't a good sign. He's Layla's father. Layla's my best friend. Someone I shouldn’t even have a dirty thought about. I had betrayed her and didn't even feel that guilty about it. And even now, with her downstairs, I couldn't think about anything else but getting pleasured by her father. Carson gripped my head tighter, shoving his cock deeper inside my mouth.

I ordered pizza for us and as they gamed, I fired up the laptop in my bedroom, curious to read the stories he'd been stroking to yesterday. As I read story after story, I was shocked both at the content of the stories and by what these stories were doing to me. My pussy was on fire, and my left hand slowly pleasured myself as I read each incestuous story. Some of the stories had dominant sons seducing their mothers, while others had powerful daughters dominating their mothers, while still others were more intimate and egalitarian in the sexual relationships between sons and mothers. I'd never even remotely considered my children in a sexual way, but yesterday's events of my son's masturbatio

I hung up and set the phone down, my hands still trembling from everything crashing together at once. The money he was offering the filthy journal the way my pussy would not stop aching. Professor Voss leaned in closer again, his body heat reaching me as he picked up the journal and held it out to me. “We are not done Riley. Open it to page twenty three. The one where I describe edging a shy girl until she is dripping down her thighs and begging for cock. Read it aloud for me. Slowly. Let me hear every filthy word in your voice and watch how wet it makes you.”

And I got a strong whiff of alcohol from him. "I don't want to see your pathetic tears. You know, I despise you more than your sister. You and your whole family are the most horrible people I have ever come across. Just wait until it's time for revenge… Until then, I will be torturing you little nerdy. And no one will help you or let you escape from this, even death…!!"

He’d caught me using it once, and he stayed angry about it for almost a week. I promised I wouldn’t use it again. I even threw away the one I had, like that would somehow seal the promise shut. But then his trips became more frequent… and that promise started to feel less like something real and more like something I said just to calm him down. I grabbed my phone from my nightstand and dropped onto the bed. I yanked my soaked panties down my thighs, and spread my legs wide. I unlocked my phone and opened the hidden folder where I kept a bunch of sex videos. I played one where a man was fucking a blonde-haired woman doggy style.

why can't I stop myself? "You like this, don't you?" I said. "This is nasty. This is the nastiest thing you ever done, isn't it? It turns you on to do nasty things." She hum- squeal-moaned, in protest or agreement I couldn't say. "You're such a good girl. I'm sure you're totally nice to your mom and dad. I bet you get straight A's, don't you? You're such a good girl and you're doing such a bad thing, and you love it, don't you? You love being a bad girl, because bad girls have all the fun." Her sucking and rubbing accelerated. I felt my sperm start to rise. "You're going to come soon. I can tell. It's too nasty, sucking a stranger's cock. And I'm going to come, too, I'm going to spurt in you